Firstly, I feel that I must apologise, as I realise there are so many people much worse off than me, yet I can't stop crying. I can't get out of bed to face the day. Please forgive me for sounding so pathetic.
I was recently diagnosed with COPD [moderate - FEV1 50%]. I found out last week after being released from hospital post pneumonia. They put me on Trimbow twice a day, and I see the respiratory team in another 6 weeks. I [obviously] have an anxiety condition which I am receiving treatment for.
I just can't get my head around the fact that I can't halt this disease, no matter what I do to help myself. [Pulmonary Rehab, aerobic exercise, taking my medication, attending all doctors appointments] I am 55 years old and my son and husband are the lights of my life. I had this [stupid] idea in my head that by doing all of the right things I could stay alive for at least another 20 years to be with them. The thought of waking up with this utter despair every day terrifies me.
Could someone please, please share a positive story/experience to help drag me out of this hole of despair I have dug for myself? Thank you so, so much, and I would really appreciate any feedback. I feel nothing but despair.
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